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euphoreador uses elements from industrial music and many other styles while focusing the lyrics on poetry and poetic sound-scapes.
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Josh Hinck, Matt Cooper
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Josh Hinck
Uploaded
February 19, 2007
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MP3 7.8 MB • 128 kbps • 8:32
Lyrics
Into this Lone Man
Then, when the window was finally closed and the deep-red curtains brought to their obstructing rest, did he finally sit down. His end was soon, of that he was sure. He had been pacing nearly five hours, his demented mind fretting on the inevitable as well as on everyone else. The exact nature of this most unbelievable conundrum, to put it much too under-toned, fell squarely and completely onto his already bad posture prone back.
He had released the wraiths. He had implicitly and unequivocally unleashed them upon, in hindsight, the quiet almost seemingly peaceful world, in comparison to the calamity that was now being heaved and tremendously flung down onto earth. A much anticipated but still highly underestimated decision. This ungodly maelstrom ebbed and like a tidal wave resurged again and again, upon this little speck of dust, where all humans would soon be has-beens.
He downed another healthy portioned glass of single-malt and lit a cigar.
His heart was more black now then the iron holding the fire beneath the chimney. His smoke co-mingled with that issuing forth from the damp wood. He had once believed in the pursuit of knowledge and shouted down many an inferior advocate that was naysayer enough to step forward and verbally spar learned wits against his. He soon would turn them into cowering dolts, spittering and splathering, fumbling for levity. But this was not his calling, not to set people in their place beneath his, but to let the reservoir of long, lost, forgotten truths be used anew; akin to refreshing waters, in this, the middle of the desert of human ignorance.
He had fallen from his path. He had managed to find in his abundant jubilation for learning and for life, a hubris, far larger than any wreaked before upon this mortal coil. All the land was aflame, the sea was a poison star that boiled its very life vulgarly upon the shore. Humans were melting into puddles that would aid in new cacophonous incendiaries. The fabric of matter and the physical laws that had been guiding humans were no longer meaningful or holding themselves in regal, albeit, often incomprehensible, but definite composure. Up was surely down and down lay the path that all life was quickly and most painfully plodding. These were the wraiths that he had summoned. He had found pleasure in the concept that he alone would meet this abomination that he had so painstakingly found hidden throughout human texts far-flung inside writ and art; throughout civilizations long forgotten or more often the case, never even tangentially known. Through museums, ancient vaults, shamans, tombs, clerics living and dead, he had made his way and all had been harnessed to aid in this destruction.
With his rise in understanding came a hatred of all those that never even thought to question. His preconceived ideas of knowledge and his love for searching truth gave way to vastly larger and much more insurmountable amounts of animosity that doubled than triple-folded viscerally, into this lone man, with the ability to destroy all things.
As he nestled himself comfortably into the chair, the lavish upholstery began to peel, his mind pacifically made itself at ease. A flood of what once was came usurping the now. He remembered a day quite an eternity ago. He had sat in this same chair and viewed the world outside of his keep, through the thrown wide window. A beautiful spring day was dawning, his heart not yet so malevolently jaded, or quite so hell-bent for the eradication of life itself. He paused and saw beauty intrinsically, it still was able to enter his psyche and filled him ever so briefly, but did nonetheless, with awe.
He looked at the glass in his hand that he had so often used and for the first time noticed a tiny piece missing from the base that actually embellished the whole. It counter balanced the jeweled cup and as he stared at it, seemed to make perfect the entire countenance. He thought
